-From your POV-

J had slid his arms off of me and pushed me out of his lap and onto the bench next to him. His jaw was tight as I finally told someone the truth about how I got scarred, and how I developed ASPD for that matter. "So this whole time, I let you LIVE in my house and you never once thought it was important or even courteous to tell me what really happened?" he hisses out. He is mad. Usually I would just get defensive and we'd have a screaming fit, but something about it- I just don't have it in me at this moment. My eyes soften and I slightly slouch.

"It's not like it matters anymore, he's dead now." I say.

"Maybe, but that doesn't take away the fact that you lied to me, doll face." he says. Even though he just called me doll face, I can tell his words are laced with venom and spite. As to why he was taking this so hard, I'm honestly not sure; not only was pathological lying a SYMPTOM of ASPD, but he knows that. He knew what to expect the minute his cronies brought him my file and he opened it to read.

"If I could take it back I would. You're the first person I've ever told, J. Honest to God." I tell him. He lets out a deep sigh.

"So now I'm supposed to believe you? Now you're being honest??" he asks.

"J..." I start. He just shakes his head and looks away from me and we both stay silent the whole ride home.

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-From Joker's POV-

How does one react when the woman who has my heart tells me that not only has she been hiding one major detail of her origins, but that her major origin was that she was engaged to ROBIN. Of all people, Robin?! Batman's right hand? And she never felt like that was important to relay is what was even worse. I mean, granted she WAS the one who ended up killing Robin, but nonetheless I was still angry. On a business level, Robin being dead was good for business, but on a personal level it felt like she stabbed me again. And I couldn't figure out why, and that's what made it worse.

I was sitting at my spot in the the club, waiting as one of my goons brought in an associate. I sat there, unamused, impatiently sitting in my chair with a pissed off demeanor. Tonight I was not in the mood for games. This real clean guy, dapper looking, came out and sat across from me at the table. "Who are you?" I ask him impatiently.

"Is it important?" he snaps back.

"Depends on how many fingers you want to leave here with."

"Might not want to be so hostile." he suggests.

"Oh really? And why is that?" I say, pulling a magnum out of my holster and loading it.

"Because I'm trying to figure out what you have to do with this man's disappearance." he says as he slides a picture across the table. I freeze and then start laughing uncontrollably as I recognize Bones' face in the picture. I started giggling at first and then a cackle.

"Is this your friend? Yeah, he's gone for good." I say proudly as I finish loading the magnum and cocking it.

"Hm. Good to know." he says as he reaches into his pocket. All my goons pull out guns and hold him at gunpoint, but he remains unphased as he pulls out a small leather slab. He unfolds it, revealing a shiny golden badge. "GCPD homicide unit, your building is surrounded and there are orders to shoot-on-sight if you step out of this building." he says calmly and smugly. My laugh goes away as I realize what this means and how I am royally screwed right now. I stand up confidently and adjust the collar of my shirt. Cops were easy to manipulate and out-think; they're like little puppets. This is merely a set back, now my only issue is how doll face is going to get me out of Arkham.

I put my wrists together and hold them out towards him smiling and nodding, and he seems taken aback by this reaction. "You must be new. Haven't seen you before. Allow me to introduce myself-" I start as he fastens the cuffs.

"You're the Joker, I know who you are." he says cockily.

"Maybe, but do you know who I really am?? It's really quite rude to assume, you know??" I say cockily as he puts one hand on my shoulder and the other on his gun as he escorts me out to the back exit of the club.

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Five days in Arkham when one of the guards slips me a note. I take it and read it. Y/n was planning a city wide black out tomorrow tonight and then, she was going to have a bomb squad blow in and come take me. My face twisted into confusion before I slid the note into my pocket. Why isn't she just coming to get me on her own?? I mean, it's returning the favor.